A raincloud, a crane on the wing
So a lot of today was dreadful. Here are the things that were not!
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from
yhlee. The design and the lacquer are beautiful. I have placed them painstakingly out of reach of the cats!
5. Happy birthday,
shirei_shibolim!
I like all of those.
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from
5. Happy birthday,
I like all of those.

no subject
The dreadful parts can fuck off.
*hugs*
no subject
The dreadful parts can fuck off.
Thank you on both counts.
*hugs*